SMOKING, DRINKING, STRIPPING

The strip club was my favorite part. The conversation with the bouncer looking for love. The plumes of dollars stuffed in garters. The weird intimacy of sitting with a group of people watching a girl take off her clothes.

The club is narrow, like a Louisiana shotgun house.
There’s a half-moon stage and a naked woman dancing on it. Upstairs,
there are two men sitting at the bar. The backs of their blue jackets
spell P-O-L-I-C-E.